fearless adventuring

Telephones and highway services have made a road trip a pretty blase thing. Doom doesn't lurk at every corner and blown engines don't spell death at jaws of wolves. Anya and I, fortified with this pacific knowledge, thus embarked yesterday on a none-too-grand adventure - to drive across America, by highway. This is the first leg in a journey that will find us in Peru, South America next week. Theoretically.

Theoretically, you see, because the leg is now broken. Our car has bitten the asphalt in the valvular region of its frontal hemisphere. Ergo, stoppo. No vehicular safety net can account for the harsh reality that cars are frivolously expensive to maintain and repair.

So, in case you were wondering, we're hanging out in Duvall, Washington at a friend's house, trying to figure out what to do with our car and our dog and ourselves. Episode one has been lovely, what could possibly come next?...